[Verse 1]. . Its kinda funny ain't it, attention must of shifted in the room cause them others hating/ got a body like boom with eyes that could stop the matrix/ wit an ass so fat you could make a Nigga think you famous/ baby I could dig it you wanna lay up in the bed hit the hookah while we switch positions/ need ventilation hit dab city one time rather get freaky girl let's admit it/ a little buddy told me that you were into red wine/ a blunt of OG before bedtime/ ain't no time like the present/ and right now baby is the right time/ looking like you thinking pretty hard pick a life line/ wanna get stone yeah baby that's a like wise/ make me wanna eat that thang up like a pot pie/ mama told me never trust them chickens with the nice thighs hol up/ stir it up Just like that Marley song/ then hit the blunt straight to the face until that Marley gone/.
My life's under attack. My faith's about to crack. My soul's been torn in half. My heart's darker than black. . I walk a thinning line. I've explored suicide.
You wait, but nothing around returns to yourself in better ever. Hands up wearing the garments right to regret the falling weather. You came up with an invitation typed in the brightest manners saying.
I can tell by the way you hold me darlin'. That it won't be long before it's crying time. Oh they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. And that tears are only rain to make love grow.
We met in Seussical when I was just seventeen.. You were the coolest monkey this girl had ever seen.. We hit it off right away, hanging out every day..
Pitta pat, pitta pat, hear the rain fall down on the tarmac. Tarmac, Tarmac, Tarmac, Tarmac. Pitta pat, pitta pat, hear the rain on your door step. Door step, door step, don't step.
I won't stand and watch you crawl. But I can kneel down and give it my all.. Though the weight is heavy on my back,. Teach me how to love and grow in what I lack..
CELEBRATION. We are a royal priesthood. Called to show forth the praises of him who called us. Out of darkness into his wondrous light. So let's put on our robes, get ready to celebrate.
I'm falling from the edge of the world. Can you see me trying?. You said that I'd be dead, but here I am. This is my only salvation. . I'm trying to let go of things that I've done.
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer. Comin' in on a wing and a prayer. With our one motor gone. We can still carry on. Comin' in on a wing and a prayer. .
Pourquoi qu't'as pris mon oreiller. Pourquoi qu't'as pris mes beaux souliers. Mon pain, mon vin et ma p'tit' soeur. Pour la fair' mendier rue Gît-l'coeur ?.
Silos of countless countercultures built to withstand. The potential corruption posed by the Media Man. In spite of their protection, a detrimental infection runs within these walls.